Psalm 54


Behold us, Lord, and let our cry
Before thy throne ascend,
Cast thou on us a pitying eye,
And still our lives defend.

For slaughtering foes insult us round,
Oppresive, proud and vain,
They cast thy temples to the ground,
And all our rites prophane.

Yet thy forgiving grace we trust,
And in thy power rejoice;
Thine arm shall crush our foes to dust,
Thy praise inspire our voice.

Be thou with those whose friendly hand,
Upheld us in distress,
Extend thy truth through every land,
And still thy people bless.
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